My name is Harry Spotter and I am a Sphynx, which means I don't have any fur. I am just bald and naked and proud as can be. When I was home for just a few months mom and dad found out I had a heart murmur during a check-up. My first momma was upset that it turned out I had a heart problem, so she offered to take me back but my new momma said -No! They could never give me up, she even offered to give momma a new kitty and keep me too. But, momma said no, not at this time. So, I went to a heart specialst the vet reccommended. He prescribed a human beta-blocker every morning. I am 4 years old now and feeling fine-cold sometimes but fine.
I had a sister Lady Harley that passed away at age 14. She was like a momma to me. I miss her. My life was very lonely without her so mum and dad got me a new sister named Fiona. What a pest! You will have to read my blog to find out why.
By the way you may notice I sometimes speak in British slang on my posts. Love speaking in slang, so much fun. I also have an affinity for all things British. I love my Bowler, Brolly and Butty sandwiches. Cheerio!
My new look is absolutely Brill. My Bowler is off to Katie and Glogirly. I could have never completed my new look without them. Now all I need is a brolly and a proper suit to complete the look. It is very Thomas Crown Affair looking don't you think?
Have a jolly good day all and Hip hip hooray and all that other stuff! I'm off to eat the fish and chips in my bowl and the clotted cream before Fiona wakes up. She is a bit dodgy you know. She will probably have a benny when she wakes up and finds out I ate all the food and left her nothing but the bottom of the bowl to lick. Anyway, I don't give a toss. Her taste pallate is unrefined, she eats the fuzz off the floor so why waste the chrispy and tasty fish and chips on her I ask.
I can be quite the cheeky bugger too you know. Off I go now...Cheerio!
Ps. Please send some purrs and prayers for grand-baby who has a mass behind his heart. Waiting for results to come in today.